Renee took a quick look around the pitch, searching for Lamberto or Leontius. Misra seemed distracted, but he could come back at any moment. As she was thinking this, Aparna appeared out of nowhere, attempting to cut her off. She pulled up on her broom at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the nearly-inevitable collision. She couldn't be too angry -- she'd tried that same move on Misra earlier in the game. Hey, if it worked, it worked. Truthfully, it was only luck that saved her from dropping the Quaffle or smashing into the Indian chaser.

Dipping back down to a reasonable height, Renee continued her search for a teammate to hand off to. Being in possession of the Quaffle for too long was as good as wearing a giant sign that said, "Hey, hit me with a Bludger!" No thanks.